Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 583

Chapter 583: Problem With Me

Lennox’s POV

I knew Olivia felt it.

I could see it in the way her eyes kept drifting toward me during the meeting. She tried to focus on the elders speaking. She tried to listen to the reports and disputes brought before her. But every few minutes, her gaze returned to the corner where I stood.

To me.

She felt it.

And that scared me.

Olivia was smart. Too smart. She always noticed things others missed. I just hoped—Moon Goddess help me—that she wouldn’t connect the dots yet. Not now.

Throughout the meeting, I watched her closely.

She listened carefully. She asked the right questions. She gave calm, firm answers.

Even with grief sitting heavy on her shoulders, she did not let it control her.

I admired her more than I ever had.

Despite my death. Despite losing me. Despite the pain eating her alive from the inside out...

She was still standing. Still leading. Still trying to protect everyone.

Including my brothers.

It made my chest ache.

When the meeting finally ended, Olivia stood up first. Her movements were controlled, but I could see how tired she was. The elders bowed as she walked past them, murmuring respectful words.

She didn’t respond.

She walked straight toward the exit.

I followed behind her, keeping my distance just like I was trained to do. Just like a guard should.

Her steps echoed softly in the hall.

Halfway down the corridor, she slowed.

Not stopped. Just slowed.

Like she was thinking.

Like she was fighting something inside her.

I stayed silent.

Then, without turning around, she spoke.

"Stop following so close."

Her voice was calm but tight.

I slowed immediately, increasing the distance between us. "Yes, Luna."

She nodded slightly and continued walking.

But her shoulders were tense.

We reached a quiet stretch of hallway. Sunlight poured in through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the floor. The mansion felt too quiet again. Too empty.

She stopped suddenly.

I stopped too, instantly alert.

She turned halfway toward me, not fully facing me.

"For the rest of the day," she said, "you keep your distance. I don’t need you hovering."

My jaw tightened, but I kept my tone respectful. "As you wish."

She hesitated.

Just for a second.

Then she added, softer, "And... don’t speak unless I speak to you."

That hurt more than it should have.

"Yes, Luna," I said quietly.

She turned away and continued walking.

I followed—farther back now—watching her back, her posture, the way grief weighed on her even when she tried to hide it.

Her lips still tingled from earlier.

I knew it.

Because mine did too.

And that terrified me.

This was not part of the plan.

I was supposed to be invisible. A shadow. A guard.

Not this.

I clenched my fists at my sides as we walked.

You cannot slip, Lennox. Not now. It’s too early.

We reached the end of the corridor near the stairs that led to the inner wing of the mansion. Olivia slowed again, then finally stopped.

"You should rest," she said without looking at me. "I don’t need you following me everywhere."

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